My email is still fucked. And I either know how to fix it, and just don't know the actual port it's supposed to be sending things from.

Or I have no fucking idea. And I usually like to think I know something about computers. *sighs* It pisses me off to no end...

And I'm going to bed. I tried to stay up to get myself in a better mood. Never go to bed angry, and all that jazz.

Didn't work. I'm still pissed. Arg. Can I eat your head off? Really truly can I? I'd eat my own, but that's impossible...


And I really love this icon right now. How she looks is how I feel. Can I rip my hair out of my head too??